It was quite as much fun to arrange the houses and grounds as it
was to play with them, and each new idea was hailed with shrieks
of delight.

Molly often grew so excited that she upset the paste-pot, and her
scraps and cuttings flew far and wide, but good-natured Jane was
always ready to clear up after the children. Jane had been with
Mrs. Sherwood for many years, and Marjorie was her favorite of all
the grandchildren, and she was never too tired to wait upon her.
She, too, hunted up old books and papers that might contain some
contributions to the paper-doll houses. But afternoons were always
devoted to rest, until four or five o'clock, when Uncle Steve came
to pay his daily visit.

One afternoon he came in with a fresh budget of letters.

"Letters!" exclaimed Marjorie. "Goody! I haven't had any letters
for two days. Please give them to me, Uncle, and please give me a
paper-cutter."

"Midge," said Uncle Steve, "if you think these are letters, you're
very much mistaken. They're not."

"What are they, then?" asked Marjorie, greatly mystified, for they
certainly looked like letters, and were sealed and stamped.

"As I've often told you, it's a good plan to open them and see."

Laughing in anticipation at what she knew must be some new joke of